“Zoe’s best friends with my cousin. Me, Leo, Anna . . . we’re looking out for her. If you don’t want to be enemies, then keep your fucking hands off her.” “You have a strange sense of justice,” Rocco says, his blue eyes fevered. “Would I tell you not to drive your own car? Or eat the food in your own fridge?” “You’re not married to her yet,” I say. “The contract is signed.” “Yeah? Where’s the clause about cutting her eye out? Are you too stupid to take care of your own property?” “It’s none of your business what I do to Zoe. I could set her on fire just to watch her burn.”
